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Staring out the X-Wing cockpit at the green planet below, Jaina Solo breathed deeply. She was not here on an official mission for either the military or the Jedi; rather, she was here on a personal mission to lay a ghost to rest.
Before her hung the planet of Myrkr, the site of her little brother Anakin's death. Jaina could picture him clearly in her mind's eye. His dark hair, perpetually tousled; his ice-blue eyes that, ironically, were able to melt the hearts of the strictest disciplinarians.
Oh, Kin-kin, she thought, blinking back tears. Why did you have to die so young?
She fingered her lightsaber absently, dwelling on thoughts of her brother. His zest for life and his abilities that promised to make him the most powerful Jedi the galaxy had ever seen.
But it was not to be.
A few months ago, Anakin's life had ended prematurely while spearheading a crucial mission against the Yuuzhan Vong. Jaina had grieved bitterly for him ever since, but had finally come to terms with her brother's death.
Jaina's hand hovered over the switch that would normally eject spare X-Wing parts and canisters. Today, however, instead of empty containers, a capsule containing several holos of the Solo family, Tahiri, and Chewie would be jettisoned into space to orbit Myrkr. Ever since hearing from her mother about the custom of Returning among survivors of Alderaan, that is, ejecting a capsule filled with gifts for the dead, the idea had taken root in her head and refused to disappear. She had decided that doing the same for Anakin might help her come to terms with his death. So, here she was, orbiting around the planet where Anakin had met his demise, performing her own Return.
Jaina firmly pressed the switch and watched as the capsule spiraled away from her fighter towards Myrkr. She keyed her comm unit. "I miss you, Kin- kin," she whispered, the tears overflowing and running down her face. "I love you." With that, she turned her fighter and jumped to hyperspace, returning to what remained of her family.
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Sorry this was so short. Much thanks to Michael A. Stackpole, author of the X-Wing Rogue Squadron series, for giving me the idea of Returning. R&R, people. (btw, that's Read&Review, NOT Rest&Relaxation.) ;) I know there was no J/J in this post, but it's coming, people. Just be patient!
Feedback is muchly appreciated.
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Staring out the X-Wing cockpit at the green planet below, Jaina Solo breathed deeply. She was not here on an official mission for either the military or the Jedi; rather, she was here on a personal mission to lay a ghost to rest.
Before her hung the planet of Myrkr, the site of her little brother Anakin's death. Jaina could picture him clearly in her mind's eye. His dark hair, perpetually tousled; his ice-blue eyes that, ironically, were able to melt the hearts of the strictest disciplinarians.
Oh, Kin-kin, she thought, blinking back tears. Why did you have to die so young?
She fingered her lightsaber absently, dwelling on thoughts of her brother. His zest for life and his abilities that promised to make him the most powerful Jedi the galaxy had ever seen.
But it was not to be.
A few months ago, Anakin's life had ended prematurely while spearheading a crucial mission against the Yuuzhan Vong. Jaina had grieved bitterly for him ever since, but had finally come to terms with her brother's death.
Jaina's hand hovered over the switch that would normally eject spare X-Wing parts and canisters. Today, however, instead of empty containers, a capsule containing several holos of the Solo family, Tahiri, and Chewie would be jettisoned into space to orbit Myrkr. Ever since hearing from her mother about the custom of Returning among survivors of Alderaan, that is, ejecting a capsule filled with gifts for the dead, the idea had taken root in her head and refused to disappear. She had decided that doing the same for Anakin might help her come to terms with his death. So, here she was, orbiting around the planet where Anakin had met his demise, performing her own Return.
Jaina firmly pressed the switch and watched as the capsule spiraled away from her fighter towards Myrkr. She keyed her comm unit. "I miss you, Kin- kin," she whispered, the tears overflowing and running down her face. "I love you." With that, she turned her fighter and jumped to hyperspace, returning to what remained of her family.
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Sorry this was so short. Much thanks to Michael A. Stackpole, author of the X-Wing Rogue Squadron series, for giving me the idea of Returning. R&R, people. (btw, that's Read&Review, NOT Rest&Relaxation.) ;) I know there was no J/J in this post, but it's coming, people. Just be patient!